Page 80 of Such a Good Girl

“You’re going to love Cabo!”

My eyes widened. I’d heard of Cabo San Lucas as the ‘playground of the stars’ and only lusted after it in photographs. Hanging out with West was like a damned fairytale come true.

“Wow,” I said, as his plane touched down at the tiny airport a few hours later. “I can’t believe we’re here.”

“I can’t wait for you to see my place,” he said. “It’s beautiful. It’s right on the beach.”

Beautiful was an understatement.

We drove about half an hour before the limo pulled up in front of a sprawling, white stucco mansion surrounded by tall, swaying palm trees. We got out of the vehicle and I inhaled the salty air mixing with the bright sunshine like an intoxicating cocktail of paradise.

Situated on a tall cliff and secluded from any other homes, the grounds surrounding the mansion were lushly landscaped. Beautiful pops of color were provided by huge pots of flowers strewn about everywhere.

“It’s so beautiful,” I said.

West grabbed my hand and led me around the back of the house. “The pool is my favorite part.”

We turned a corner and I gasped as I saw it. He was right. In the back of the house, built on the edge of the cliff, was a sparkling infinity pool, the far wall invisible and mingling with the horizon of the ocean below it.

“This is incredible,” I whispered, shaking my head. At the end of the pool was a large pool house, twice as big as the house Violet and I lived in.

West turned to me and pulled me into his arms.

“I’m glad you’re here, Little Rose,” he said.

“Thank you for bringing me,” I said. “It’s quite a surprise. I didn’t expect that today I’d wake up in Los Angeles and end up here.”

“I needed to get away. I’ve had to create my own little sanctuaries over the years so I can get some privacy.”

“Thanks for letting me tag along.”

“Let’s go inside,” he replied, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the back door by the pool. When we walked in, a blast of cold air hit my face. Minimalistic and modern, the furnishings were sleek and expensive, with straight lines that complimented the lines of the house itself. “I’ll give you a quick tour, then we’ll have lunch. My chef is here and she’ll cook for us during our stay.”

“Wow,” was all I could say as he led me around from room to room, the word falling from my lips with every turn. He’d not skimped on the smallest luxury, with white marble lining the floors, and floor-to-ceiling windows showing off the stunning, 360-degree ocean view.

When we reached the bedroom, he paused. He smiled down at me and brushed a quick kiss across my lips.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun in here, Little Rose,” he growled in my ear, as he reached down and groped my ass. Shivers ran up my spine when he opened the door and I saw what was inside.

The biggest bed I’d ever seen held court in the very middle of the room. It was round,and surrounded by posts that held up a white satin canopy that draped over the side of the bed, the ends spilling onto the floor into an artfully sculpted pile. Matching drapes lined the windows, framing a view of the garden and the ocean that was even more stunning from this room. My eyes trailed upwards and widened at the sight of the glass ceiling.

“The stars are incredible from here,” he said. “You’ll see later.”

“I can’t wait, West,” I said, my heart racing at the thought of being naked with him in that bed.

Hours later, after we’d hiked down to the beach and laid in the sand for hours, we consumed a meal fit for royalty out on the terrace overlooking the ocean. In the distance, the sun was setting, throwing streaks of pink and purple light across the sky in a marvelous display of light and color that it seemed like Mother Nature had provided for us, and us alone.

Being with West made me feel like the world was full of magic.

I never knew what was coming next, what he’d show me next, or what feelings would wash over me when I was with him.

By the time the sun disappeared over the horizon and the stars were twinkling overhead, we were full of delicious food and happily buzzed on French champagne.

When he led me to the bedroom, the staff having dimmed the lights and lit candles everywhere before leaving the property for the evening, my heart was pounding with anticipation.

West led me to the bed and pulled me into his arms, kissing me gently. His lips were warm and hungry, the urgency of his mouth increasing within seconds. His hands were everywhere at once, pushing at my clothes until they were lying on the ground at our feet.

I stood naked in front of him, vulnerable and aroused, with a tiny sliver of fear slicing right through my heart.

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